Scottish Hell
Satan kissed my dog
Cracked his moral shell
Possessed to wear the kilt
In his Scottish hell
I touched your lips your eyes fell out
On to the floor behind the door
I picked them up and washed them off
And taped them back upon your face
fuente : Songteksten.nl
escritor
: Greg Martin
compositor
: Greg Martin
idioma
: Inglés
Tema
: Late Night; Loss/Grief; Regret; Scary Music
Estilo
: Heavy Metal; Scandinavian Metal; Doom Metal
Atmósfera
: Bleak; Menacing; Ominous; Brooding; Visceral; Volatile; Aggressive; Nihilistic; Malevolent